Nan Feng carried several arrows and a firewood hatchet up the mountain, and chopped down a thin bamboo from the foot of the mountain. She sharpened the bottom of the bamboo, making it a spear, a trick she learned from Ye Ge.
The little figure gradually disappeared into the deep mountain.
At first, she still encountered some hunters and woodcutters, but the deeper she went into the mountain, the fewer people she saw.
But Nan Feng still kept going, thinking she might run into Ye Ge.
Then, a whirl of thoughts assaulted Nan Feng's mind –
If she did run into him, would Ye Ge think she followed him deliberately? Would he think she was too assertive? Would he start to be annoyed by her?
On second thought, she was here to hunt today anyway and the mountain didn't belong to him. He could come here, so why can't she?
...
Then Nan Feng shook her head, telling herself not to overthink.
